Words of Advice:
DONALD TRUMP IS A CONVICTED FELON. CASE CLOSED.
"America, where we restrict access to vaccines and healthcare, but you can have all the guns you want." -- Stonekettle
"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne
“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie
"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul
"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad
If something sounds good in your head, don't let it come out of your mouth.
"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown
"Tear Gas Tastes Like Fascism." -- Unknown
"Eck!" -- George the Cat
Karma may sometimes be late to arrive.
But it never loses an address.
2 comments:
Agreed! That was ugly...
Ah, what a paranoid era! Though my ex-wife was a mere little kid at the time, even she was touched – quite directly and impact fully, although she had no connection whatsoever to the Rosenbergs.
It happened the end of October, 1952. My ex, then 10 years old, was going back door to back door trick-or-treating with a friend who lived at 1185 Park Avenue in Manhattan, dressed as witches, and carrying shopping bags into which people could drop candy.
Seconds after they rang one door, it swung open. Men, pointing pistols at their faces, slammed them against a wall and began frisking them for – I dunno, commie weapons, or A-bombs, or enemy propaganda, or something.
The two girls burst into tears as they were interrogated. Remember, they're ten years old. Finally, they were made to state their home telephone numbers. Their parents were called and summoned to pick them up and assure the FBI that they would never, ever perform a subversive exercise like trick-or-treating again.
Turns out the apartment belonged to the judge in the Rosenberg trial, and this was his gov'mint security.
You can't make this shit up. I still feel sorry for my ex because of this, even despite the crap she pulled on me in divorce court.
Yours very crankily,
The New York Crank
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